He died,
Who is he?
In which way
He is related to me,
Excuse me,
I know nothing.
And yet
I am crying
Filled with tears
In my eyes.
He died,
My neighbors said
A great man left us,
But how he is great
That I know not.
He died,
And I am
Not dying,
Not a fact.
He died,
I know not
How.
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